Mar 13, 2011 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (A View of Spring)


There was an impalpable moisture, permeating the air. It was subtle and lithe, like the Ferragamo scarf that adorned her neck. As she rode aft the yellow coach, the halcyon gale a soft whisper against her porcelain skin, she basked in the somber lull of the morning solitude. And whilst the ashen cumulus of a foreboding sky would revel in its gray coup of the sun, Claire appeared in bliss, ensconced beneath the veil of a tranquil dawn.


She adored the spring. Particularly in New York City.


Her delicate feet and their modest Coach soles met the pavement at the prestigious edge of Central Park South, where the iconic lodge, whose fabled exterior fashioned in Second Empire Baroque, has beaconed the discerning wayfarer for 100 years. As she approached the noted auberge, an attentive doorman would encounter the Lady Mulberry curbside, umbrella in tote, and accompany her toward the revered steps, where the venerable Italian and his affable pup idled beneath the storied awning.


“Buongiorno, signora.” Giancarlo greeted from a distance.


“Buongiorno, Giancarlo,” Claire would offer. “Mi dispiace, I…”


“Non freta, signora,” Giancarlo interjected. “Tutto bene?”


“Si, tutto bene,” She replied, before kneeling to relay her fondness for the well-mannered pup. “Have you been waiting long?” She inquired.


“Not long. We take the walk to the park.”


“That’s wonderful!” Claire exclaimed. “I was going to suggest as much. It’s the perfect day for a stroll, particularly during birding season.”


As she stroked his sable fur, the chocolate Sussex spaniel mirrored the au fait chef’s enthusiasm, its tail a wag.


“Did you encounter any Ceruleans?” she inquired. “Or perhaps a Golden-winged Warbler?”


Giancarlo thought momentarily.


“No, signora.”


He took a moment, in search of the words.


“We met a man who lost his heart.”


Implode. Part LXVII – DK

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    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK